FINGERS FROM HEAVEN

Fingers from heaven

Reach for the shore.

Crooked shafts of light

Electrify the dark sky.

The clouds circle closer.

The rain falls harder.

The howling winds follow.

The waves rise up in fright.

The end is in sight.

THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its dark shade.

Through the fallen leaves, we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

A FORCE WE CANNOT BEND

Icy waves ravage the shore

before returning for more.

Soaring birds ride the mighty towers,

refusing to yield to their powers.

Dolphins coast in the swells,

ignoring the death bells.

Tides hit the rocks

with frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand

with sharp claws in hand.

Momentum without end;

A force we cannot bend.

NATURE’S PERFECT MIRROR

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Broad brushstrokes of blue and gray
Meet to greet the perfect day.
The meandering swipes of teal
Mirror how you make me feel.
The foaming white swells drift apart,
As your kiss lingers in my heart.
My fingers reach for the brush,
But I tell my mind to hush.
No painting needed today
To capture the perfect day.
Nature speaks of the time
When you were only mine.

MY LAST BOW

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Seek, and you shall find

what the mind may hide.

Follow the soft sighs

to where the bird flies.

Dig deeper into your dream

as you float with the stream.

Time will never end

nor will it ever bend.

Enjoy the here and now

as I give my last bow.

HOLD LIFE IN YOUR HAND

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A bit of fluttering

tickles your fingers.

Antennas search for sound

as wings take flight.

It leaves too soon

on the puff of a breeze.

For one precious moment,

you hold life in your hand.

ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue.

A few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the sky.

The colors take my breath away.

A LIVING SCULPTURE

 

A living and breathing sculpture.

It entices us.

It bemuses us.

It challenges us.

But most of all,

it inspires us.

GONE IN A BLINK

With my head so pink,

What do you think? I'm pretty in pink. I'm gone in a blink.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

 

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Brushstrokes of blue and gray

to outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

will rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.

HE STANDS IN HIS PLACE

 

The sun sets.

The animals prepare for the night.

The old elephant stands in his place.

He doesn’t need to move.

He has everything he needs.

He keeps a watchful eye

As he stands in his place.

A FORCE WE CANNOT BEND

Waves hit the rocks

with frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand,

sharp claws in their hand.

They ravage the shore,

coming back for more.

A battle with no end.

A force we cannot bend.

HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL

The sun will shine again.

You will stroll with a friend.

Colorful flowers will take bloom.

Normality will be back soon.

UNSTOPPABLE

I reach for it.

I clench my fist.

I can’t grasp it.

It flows through my fingers.

It can’t be stopped.

I drop my hand,

and bow my head to it.

BORN FREE

I will fight.

Fight the hunters.

Fight to the death.

I will ride proud and free.

Free as the wind.

I will not be ridden.

Man will not tame me.

I was born free.

I will die free.

A LIVING SCULPTURE

The beauty of nature.

It is a living and breathing

sculpture.

It entices us.

It bemuses us.

It challenges us.

But most of all,

it inspires us.

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.

Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.

LIGHT MY FIRE

He lights my fire
to take me higher.

The town’s on fire,
set by the sire.

He comes tonight
for the big fight.

He comes for me
from the dark sea.

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